Souls Are Gregarious In A Sense, But

Eve Is A Twofold Mystery.

You're Something Between A Dream And A Miracle.

Nor Myrtle--which Means Chiefly Love: And Love Is Something Awful Which One Dare Not Touch So Early O' Mornings.

Gaze Up At The Stars Knowing That I See The Same Sky And Wish The Same Sweet Dreams.

But Love Me For Love's Sake, That Evermore Thou May'st Love On, Through Love's Eternity.